Weekend

 I looked forward to the weekend and it did not disappoint. 

Friday night we went to YEN (Young Empty Nesters--a self designation because there is an old, really old, group).

We met at the Roberts' house and everyone brought food.  Good food.  Stephanie had set the table with china and crystal and candlelight.  Palm leaves ran down the center of the table.  We ate and visited, then there were small plastic eggs along the table and we took turns reading the scriptures inside that were about Holy Week, the crucifixion and resurrection.  Some people shared reading glasses.  (We really aren't that young, it turns out.)

We stayed visiting about all sorts of things, important and trivial, and finally I couldn't do it anymore and we left.  It was past my bedtime and my body was feeling it.

I'm glad we had a chance to get together though.  I love that group.

Saturday I felt kind of sick--staying up late, cumulative fatigue from the week, I don't know.  I do know that it is frustrating.

We watched General Conference and I loved it.  I loved hearing talks about Jesus Christ and our place in His kingdom.  Between sessions we drove to Via 313 for lunch.  On the way, Adam asked me what I was thinking about and I said Jesus.  He said, "Well, that's good."

I was thinking about what exactly He knew.  He had a lot more perspective than the rest of us, but I think He also had the inborn desire that mortals have not to want to suffer, not to want life to end.  I was thinking about my mom.  She had those inborn desires too.  I have those desires.  I feel frustrated so often about my inability to do what I want to do without getting exhausted.  I just want to live my life and then I remember what Adam reminded me of once:  this is my life.

Jesus didn't shrink from God's plan for His life.  It gives me a lot to think about.

During conference, I peeled the labels off broken crayons I have been collecting all year.  I crushed them and melted them into letters.  I am going to give them to my students at the end of the school year.  I needed 6 A's because that is how many students I have whose name start with an A.  

That night, I slept nearly 10 hours.  I am going to make it!

Sunday, I think I enjoyed General Conference even more.  I couldn't have ordered up better messages for a girl who is grieving the loss of her mother and stressing about the uncertainty of cancer. 

We had an Easter feast, prepared largely by Adam.  I set the table and Emma made the deviled eggs and Mark reached the blue goblets from the top shelf.  We enjoyed our time together.  Emma went home and the rest of us took a walk.

After our walk, we watched a few episodes of The Count of Monte Cristo.  I had the thought I should tell my mom about it, because she would like it.  Then I remembered.

Today, Adam and I are flying to Las Vegas for a speedy little getaway before my immunotherapy infusion on Thursday.  I am looking forward to spending time together and doing a whole lot of nothing.  I am not taking my computer, but I'll be back!